Page 38 of Savage in the Sheets
My body violently spasms as I let go, my hands now grabbing her hair and pulling her down on my member. The sensation of my cum rushing from my cock, filling her mouth, has me coming harder than I ever have before. Fuck, I can’t even imagine what it’s going to be like when I can finally come in her pussy.
My body stills and a wave of exhaustion threatens to overwhelm me.
Am I going to pass out?I worry.
Jenna wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and bounds up on the bed, throws an arm around me, forcing me to lie down.
The feel of Jenna snuggled up beside me, her warm breath washing over my neck, has me strangely content. I could get used to this.
“On a scale from one to ten, how Rosie was I?”
“I’d say you were more like C-3PO.”
She scrunches her brow. “The masculine-presenting Star Wars robot?”
“Shit…I’m walking into something, aren’t I?”
“Is that your way of saying that I am so good, I give blowjobs like a gay man—because I hear they’re really good?”
“Oh, lord—that was a stupid analogy. Forget I said that.”
We break out into laughter, and I roll over, facing her. “You were amazing.”
“So were you.”
I inhale a sharp breath, trying to figure out what to say next, but I don’t want to break our perfect silence.
Finally, Jenna says, “I don’t know if we’re crazy or stupid for doing this, but it hasn’t changed my desire to have you as a friend.”
“Same.” I place a hand on the arc of her hip, hoping she welcomes my touch.
She licks her lip, and I can tell she’s nervous. “Does that mean you want to move onto Stage Three?”
Stage Three—the stage where I get to fuck Jenna. The answer should be an enthusiastic yes, but I can’t help but feel apprehensive.
“First, let’s get on the same page. What exactly is Stage Three?”
“Everything in Stage One and Two, but you stick your penis in my vagina.”
“Okay—Rosie!”
She chuckles, her nose scrunching adorably, which makes my stomach twist in knots. Not a butterfly sensation. It’s absolutely terrible, somewhere between sadness and longing, akin to falling into a black hole.
What if I never stop wanting her?
I clear my throat and force the thought from my head. “Seriously, though, will having sex be something we can come back from?”
Her eyes betray a trace of fear, and I worry that we’ve already been irreparably harmed in some unforeseen way.
“Damn, risking two friendships in one week really isn’t like me.”
“Two?”
“Angela was going to make a play for you, but our arrangement put a damper on it. She cursed me in words I’ve never heard before.”
“Angela liked me? She has a revolving door of underwear models and athletes, doesn’t she?”
“Don’t act like you couldn’t be either,” she says, bringing a hand up to feel my pecs.
